Shock and pain came crashing over me – crushing me.

I was desperately gasping for air, struggling to breathe – doubled over, as if I’d been kicked hard in the chest.

Grief was ripping me open from somewhere deep inside.

There was no breath to release the heart-wrenching sobs that were choking me – my throat tight, my brain terrified, as I stumbled up the stairs to escape what I’d just seen, knowing it couldn’t be left behind.

I’ll never forget that day.
It marked the beginning of my journey to freedom.

What did I see?

Dammit.. another day, another week has passed .. 😔 & you feel so freakin’ guilty - shaming yourself for not making / taking the time to reach out and CONNECT.

Who are you missing most?
Who is missing you the most?

Could it possibly be your SELF?

You’re losing yourself, losing connection with who you are and what brings you joy.

Do you feel like you are dissolving, becoming transparent – invisible?

Are you burning the candle at both ends and trying to light the middle?
… keep reading…

Do you love your name?

I mean, yes, it’s a beautiful thing to hear someone speak our own name, but do you LOVE your name?

Have you always loved it?

Have you ever loved it?

I have had a love / hate (mostly strong dislike) relationship with my own first name for most of my life.

How does a name change affect us?